03-11-2015, 03:34 PM
"Oh, ha ha ha, where are my manners?" Ambrose chided himself once they were out of the town on the road northeast. "I am Ambrose Locke, though it would be better if you were to call me 'Fred.' My middle name is easier to remember, and I like it better, besides." He turned to his compatriot, the ex-knight Roland. "And what are you talking about, Roland? I don't mean to incite rebellion. Not yet, at any rate. The emperor himself is doing that just fine on his own.
"But the problem is that he's the Emperor. He lives in Castle Ostia, heart of the most fortified city this side of the continent.
"I need assassins. I mean to cut the head off the snake and let the Empire fall to shambles in its wake. And for that, I need men. And women. Hands willing to do the dirty work to improve the lives of the oppressed and the downtrodden," he continued, though he refrained from waxing eloquent. He fell silent, looking to the road and the barely visible mill tower. "Miss Renata, how old are you?" Ambrose asked suddenly, still looking to the road.
"But the problem is that he's the Emperor. He lives in Castle Ostia, heart of the most fortified city this side of the continent.
"I need assassins. I mean to cut the head off the snake and let the Empire fall to shambles in its wake. And for that, I need men. And women. Hands willing to do the dirty work to improve the lives of the oppressed and the downtrodden," he continued, though he refrained from waxing eloquent. He fell silent, looking to the road and the barely visible mill tower. "Miss Renata, how old are you?" Ambrose asked suddenly, still looking to the road.
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Thank you Destin, for the awesome mug of Ambrose.